Roleplay

Raggedwings raised one bloodied claw to her eyes, shielding them until they adjusted so she could look at the owner of the shrill voice. A skydancer, huh? RaggedWings smile turned even more cruel at the determined face. After thinking less than half of a second, the red mirror stretched open one of her wings to flash the corpse. She made sure that those shining eyes saw it before twisting her body and gracefully landing close to him.

Her tail already gathering up dirt and aiming the throw to the unfortunate Skydancers eyes. She didn't even stop to see if it hit the mark, of course. Preferring the mad dash to anything else. Heartbeat rose and breath sharpened with adrenalin pumping through her veins. Her four eyes first widened then narrow at the sight of another hatchling on her way.

If that was possible, her already too wide grin would get bigger. The mirror boosted herself forward with a flap of her wings before leaping up with support from a wall, going down like a hawk with her front claws stretched out. Those dried-blood-covered claws crushed the fragile skull, even sinking to the dirt below.

Her eyes narrowed to see the colors of the hatchling. A purple and dark blue Nocturne?

'Jackpoint'

And with that thought, she hung the unrecognizable face by the neck to the chains. This time to the opposite wing to give herself a proper balance. Dash again, even more wild with fresh blood tainting the already red scales.

Seeing the corpse certainly caught the skydancer off guard, giving RaggedWings a great advantage as he was blinded by the dirt. He squeak in agony, or maybe that was the trained birds that were flying after her now.
But RaggedWings was already a fair way ahead.

The nocturne stood little chance defending itself, let alone as the mirror barged into its soon to be very short life. The birds were far behind, she could still outrun them…

But not the tunnel collapsing. The wall gave in first, threatening to take down the roof as well. Raging eyes of a ridgeback was burrowing through the wall, sparing no time to grab for the rogue mirror dashing right into his claws…

RaggedWings let out a screech as she dig her claws to the ground and get her body close to it.

As she slid under the deadly claws, she got 3 long scratches along her back, right between the wings. It didn't deter the bloodthirsty Mirror, only getting her more wild as she threw a quick claw to the less protected belly. The blood from the larger dragon splashed to her face and forcing her to close one of her 4 eyes.

Of course, dodging the ridgeback's large tail was much harder. Raggedwings managed to save her precious brain from spluttering to the ground by mere centimeters. Unfortunately for the cumbersome dragon, his tail hit the other wall and stayed there under the ceiling that was shaking threateningly.

She leaped over him with a powerful flap of her wings and dashed straight for the birds who were barely catching up to her. On the way, she loosened the long chains wrapped around her wings and tail. Leaping up when she heard them dragging on the floor. Using her old tactic, she was upside down on the ceiling again.

When the birds were centimeters away from her face, she barrel-rolled down from the top. Hitting as many as she can with the chains and, luckily, catches one in her jaws.

It wasn't enough to stop the expertly trained birds, of course. She had to at least stun them to protect her precious eyes from the nasty beaks...

...the said eyes zoomed in on a wooden beam. Where did they even find wood like that? Whatever, she charged at the beam, throwing her whole body to the old structure. It made her shoulder ache and damaged her scales. Getting her even wilder if that's possible.

It collapsed, yet didn't take the whole tunnel with it. The dirt and dust that rose from it, however, were GLORIOUS. Thick enough to make her couch and wheeze and stun the birds. She only spared a glance before dashing again with the dead bird in her mouth.

Left, right, right again, left, snap to left again to a sudden branch, now right and the branch that had a sharp turn...which she didn't take. A few meters away, a dragon was looking around and she didn't manage to see their species until the stranger turned around, startled by the loud gulp heard from the red Mirror, who took the chance to quench her thirst.

There was wild roaring, the ridgeback luckily protected by his hard-earned armor. Though she did tear through, half the piece was but rust now. It was enough to distract him, especially with his tail stuck in literally ever corner.
Turned out large and spiky dragons were lousy fighters in close quarters.

The remaining birds were deterred by the collapsing tunnel, though the dust prevented RaggedWings to see if any more came through.
Though it was far out of her interest as she dashed at high speeds.

Taking the many turns was as dangerous sneaking like when running. Such as running, yet again, face first into an unkown adversary. Though this time not a ridgeback, but a sand-colored wildclaw, spitting something painfully searing in her face.

She sputtered and jumped back. The mirror glared at the sand-colored dragon and gulped down the bird whole.

"Now, now, now." She growled out, grabbing a clawfull of dirt and slapped onto her face. Using the tainted soils of the Plague-ridden land to soothe the burn which she guessed was some kinda acid. "That's no way to treat a lady." Her smirk made its way into her face again as the pain subdued. She flapped her wings once and the mirror paced back and forth in the small place. Making the bodies hanging on her wings hit the ground and not stay in one place herself to not get hit again.

Her 'foe' was an old, tired-looking wildclaw. Seemingly blind, poor thing. He had scars and a blindfold on.

"Hmm, aren't you a little old now? Oh, this must be why you reside in this retched place." Her tail swished as she tightened the golden-colored chains that were stained in blood just like her whole body.

He didn’t look as if doing a defensive position. In fact, the wildclaw didn’t seem to be that concerned, at least visibly. He sniffed the air, cocking his head slightly in her direction.
"You weren’t much more skilled in avoiding my attack, despite being younger."

He didn’t look particularly amused, the frown glued on his face.
"You must be one of the new ones. Very new, did no one care to tell you killing hatchlings is reaerved for Bloodsurge?"
He asked, crossing his arms angrily. "Or maybe you weren’t aware for a reason."

Raggewings paused for a moment before forcing her grin down. Softening her voice "Oh..?" It came straight from her diaphragm, sounding genuine.

"I didn't know..." her voice shaking just a bit, just the right amount. The red mirror sidestepped in place with panic adorning her movements. Looking under her wings where the hatchlings hanged. "I-I didn't know! I swear! I j-just got hungry...I...no one is sharing and-" RaggedWings made her tail swish around frantically. Gathering up dust and reeking dirt up in the air. The tunnel they were in started to smell even more like dirty moist soil.

The wildclaw rubbed his snout, not liking the dust building up. "I am not going to tell on you. If you let the bodies on the floor now, you mught even outrun her. Or sacrifice them to her, for whatever that’s worth…" he said. "Food is better searched for further out anyway,"

He stopped, listening to the air. "You outran Ivesce and his guys too? You really have some guts for being scared like that."
Now stomps were aduible a fair distance away.

"Oh, no! Does that mean..." whatever lies her sharp tongue was about to spit, drifted away as her tail find what she was looking for.

"I'll put them down right away! J-just give me a sec to-" she gulped down to force a grin back again. Her tail wrapped around a cluster of rocks that all the dust she brushed off revealed. The red dragon tightened the wings around her body like she was getting them close to touch and struck.

With one swift movement, her tail threw all the rocks straight to the elder dragon's face. She threw her whole body forward as soon as the stones slipped her bloody grip. She jumped up then crouched down as the movement dragged her forward, letting her slide between his legs. For all that's worth, she slapped the sand-colored tail with her red one in an attempt to throw him off balance.

Trying to dash forward once again.

He wasn’t particularly bothered by having rocks thrown in his face, despite some the size that should obviously hurt. Holding his ground as RaggedWings pushed him around, he quickly turned and rammed his claws into her scales.
"I can’t have you killing more hatchlings either, miss." He grunted.

The sounds down the tunnels were growing louder still…